On my 36th birthday, I went and got the tattoo that meant so much to me during my adoption process and postplacement. Everyone would always ask my most hated question "How are you?" AndI would respond "I'm FINE" when honestly I was not fine one bit. I wanted to scream SAVE ME! I mean how… Continue reading T is for Tattoo…

Adoption is not a QUICK process or at least mine was not QUICK. My timeline is as followed: Finding a family (2/26/14 to 4/8/14) Officially matched (5/14) Met my adoptive parents in person (7/14) Open adoption plan (end of 7/14) Our hospital plan (8/14) Birth (8/14) 24 hours in the hospital (8/14) Voluntary… Continue reading Q is for Quick…..

I seriously couldn't wait until the adoption was finalized and over. I had the worst experience with my agency in Wisconsin but an amazing experience with the adoptive parent’s home state adoption agency. I was OVER having to deal with my counselor in Wisconsin, all she did was complain about extra paperwork that was… Continue reading O is for Over…

Sometimes it came down to I just missed him, sometimes it came down to mail being received, sometimes it came down to updates being received and sometimes it came down to just what every my head wanted to believe. It really didn't need to have a reason, I just NUMBED the pain, PAIN… Continue reading N is for Numb….

I am thirty-six years old and originally from Chicago. I currently reside in Wisconsin with her two children, ages twelve and sixteen years old and husband of almost two years. I am also a birth mother of one sweet boy who just turned three years old in August of this year. In 2014, at the age of thirty-three, I found herself pregnant from an abusive boyfriend… Continue reading M is for Michelle….

Life is too precious to stop living, to hide away, to have self-pity and to have self-doubt. Yes - I stopped living my life after the birthfather went to jail, Yes - I stopped living my life after the birth, Yes - I stopped living my life while fighting the contempted adoption and… Continue reading L is for Life….​

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Strong believer everything happens for a reason. A mother of 2 and Birthmother of 1. My kids, all 3 of them are my world. Had to live with darkness to find the light in my existence. I married to my soulmate after I learned to love again.
So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself
And before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself
And before I love someone else, I've got to love myself
I am putting experiences of healing, survival, loss, emotions, raw truths and life lessons into words as story might help someone else.